Things I can hear from the bedroom right now: Carnatic music on the radio, a mullah reading his prayers over a PA system, the spiraling notes of a koel's song, the sound of a sweeper's broom rubbing against tar and concrete, bicycle bells, dogs playing, a car alarm and spoons clinking inside tea-cups.
And I kid you not: the other day, I opened a window and heard bhajans, ghazals and some really loud 70s-era country music at 7PM. (I suppose mariachi and polka lovers have left India for good?)
8 comments:
welcome back, i guess?
where the hell are you??
sb: hell yeah. Feels good :)
Szerelem: Judging by the soundtrack, I'm everywhere.
ha! carmen miranda :-)
Saar, WHERE are you? And how long will you be there?
J.A.P.
TR: yeah, no opera buffs here...that would complete my soundscape.
JAP : details in mail.
Now even I want to know. *sulk* WHERE are you?
Or, you've been imbibing that stuff again, eh?
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